#HoldingOn

A thin line separates hold from release,
Both paths weighed with burden and peace.
The world shouts, “Let go, move on, be free,”
But hope whispers, “Stay, just wait and see.”

Inside we burn, clinging to the past,
Yet letting go feels like a fatal blast.
The door to new worlds opens wide and clear,
But fear of emptiness keeps us here.

Chained by memories that weigh us down,
In their grasp, we sink, we drown.
It's the past that haunts, the hurt that stays,
But sometimes, pain is a friend who delays.

For in that pain, the void finds its fill,
A place where echoes of love linger still.
And as we stand at the edge of choice,
We find that silence carries a voice.

In letting go, we might fall or fly,
But in holding on, we silently die.
So here we are, on that thin, thin line,
Deciding when to say goodbye.


© The dead lily

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